Chapter 445: Variety Show? I Didn't Watch It

Ji Xiang had no interest in the show; he worked and rested on schedule, and soon his routine adjusted to be the same as usual.

Life is like a daily half-marathon; only by running at a steady pace can one save energy—this is the power of rhythm.

However, Ji Xiang still received a few calls; classmates and colleagues were particularly happy that Ji Xiang was on a variety show, but he was relatively uninterested in this, finding it quite boring.

Arriving at the hospital, Ji Xiang changed his clothes and began to see patients.

There was filming again today, and he didn't know what Fan Dao wanted to shoot. Ji Xiang also understood the show a little; let alone himself not knowing, even Fan Dao probably didn't know what he wanted to shoot the next day.

It was somewhat similar to that craziest era of the Xianggang film industry many years ago, where many movies were shot while being thought up, eventually becoming eternal classics.

Meeting Yang Zhuren head-on, he looked at Ji Xiang with a smile, "Doctor Ji Xiang, did you watch yesterday's show?"

"Yang Zhuren, I didn't watch it."

"..." Yang Zhuren was taken aback; he had never expected that Ji Xiang would give him such a "damn" answer.

Filming a reality show, yet Ji Xiang didn't even pay attention to the show himself—then why did he come? Could it be that he was addicted to being an Intern?

But Yang Zhuren was, after all, a veteran of many battles, so he immediately smiled, "Doctor Ji Xiang, you are quite photogenic; you look slightly worse in the show than in reality, but you are no worse than those celebrities at all."

"Yang Zhuren, what is the content of our rounds today?" Ji Xiang asked.

Seeing that Ji Xiang didn't want to chat about the reality show at all, Yang Zhuren was also quite helpless.

Generally speaking, even if a junior doctor doesn't want to talk about a certain topic, they would at least mumble a few words to show respect for their director.

Yet Ji Xiang didn't care at all.

If one says his emotional intelligence is low, he can persuade a patient with extremely low medical compliance to undergo Magnetic Resonance Imaging; if one says his emotional intelligence is high, he isn't even willing to humor his own technical and administrative big director.

Truly damn it.

"Doctor Ji Xiang, today is not my surgery day; I will take you all through the Medical Records and patients," Yang Zhuren said.

Ji Xiang prepared to "preview" in advance according to Yang Zhuren's instructions, even if it was just scanning a few glances.

Arriving at the office, Zhao Mengmeng had arrived early; seeing Ji Xiang enter, she greeted him with complex emotions, "Ji Xiang, I watched the show yesterday; you performed really well."

Zhao Mengmeng felt a bit envious.

In the show, she had performed particularly poorly, visibly poorly, a far cry from Ji Xiang's performance, like a male lead acting with an eighteenth-tier supporting actress.

"Is that so? I didn't watch it," Ji Xiang smiled.

"You don't even watch the reality show you participated in?"

"There's nothing worth watching; I rarely watch variety shows in my spare time."

"Then what do you do?"

"Working in the hospital; if I'm not busy and happen to catch a teacher on duty, I'll go to the Emergency Department to help," Ji Xiang replied.

"..."

Zhao Mengmeng sighed.

"Mengmeng Jie, what's wrong?"

"I want to as well," Zhao Mengmeng said, "Who wouldn't want such a pure life? But I'm about to graduate as a Doctor of Philosophy, I'm nearly 30, and my family has started pressuring me to get married."

Marriage pressure—this term was relatively distant for Ji Xiang.

"Mengmeng Jie doesn't have a boyfriend?" Ji Xiang chatted while opening the workstation.

"A female Doctor of Philosophy belongs to the 'Extinction Master Tai' type; it's so hard to find a boyfriend," Zhao Mengmeng said, "I had a boyfriend in college, but we broke up after graduation when we were worlds apart. Who knew it would be this hard to find one; if I could do it over again, I definitely wouldn't have done that."

The Camera Crew hadn't come in yet, so Zhao Mengmeng spoke quite relaxedly.

"What kind are you looking for? You can ask Zhai Laoshi to help introduce you," Ji Xiang said.

"I just want to find someone average and normal, but I can't meet any."

"Average, normal?" Ji Xiang picked up a piece of A4 paper and drew a cone, "Mengmeng Jie, is it like this?"

Zhao Mengmeng was curious and walked over to take a look.

Ji Xiang's pen landed in the middle of the cone and drew a line with force.

"Average, normal—actually, it's only 1/8 of the volume at the top," Ji Xiang said with a smile.

Zhao Mengmeng was stunned for a moment; what Ji Xiang said was correct.

Human society is not a cylindrical structure, but a standard cone; if the 'average' she requested were displayed directly, it would be the figure in front of her.

"Don't be in a hurry; definitely don't just find a boyfriend randomly because of family pressure," Ji Xiang wasn't being mean, but rather advising Zhao Mengmeng, "I have an old Attending Physician beside me, Zhao Ge, Zhao Zhe; he has been divorced for many years, and I see he lives quite well on his own."

"That's true, I do think so too—better to be alone than to settle. Rather than marrying someone randomly and then getting divorced, it's better to stay single by myself."

"What are you chatting about?" Zhai Yuhan walked in and asked.

"Zhai Laoshi, hello," Ji Xiang said, "We are preparing the content for today's recording."

"Zhai Yisheng..."

A middle-aged man followed behind Zhai Yuhan and said cautiously.

"Wait for the director outside," Zhai Yuhan said, "We will do rounds first, then solve your problem."

"Thank you, thank you," the man stood obediently at the door.

Ji Xiang sized him up; he was hunched over, looked to be about fifty, with a nervous and uneasy expression on his face.

"Zhai Laoshi, is that a Patient?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Sigh," Zhai Yuhan sighed, "A Liver Cancer Patient; surgery is impossible, but he doesn't believe it when told, and insists on waiting for the director to take a look."

"I see Yang Zhuren has arrived," Ji Xiang said.

Zhai Yuhan glanced at Ji Xiang and didn't speak.

Ji Xiang thought to himself that this Patient had already lost the possibility of surgery; presumably, other doctors had already told the Patient, but he never gave up and still wanted Yang Zhuren to take another look.

Similar situations could often be seen in the hospital; the Patient's heart was dead, and there wasn't even a glimmer of hope. Even if Yang Zhuren looked at the Magnetic Resonance Imaging in the end, he would probably give him a desperate suggestion, yet he still wanted to try again.

"Wait for me a moment; I'll look at your films after the shift handover," Yang Zhuren's voice came.

In the early morning, the director had already arrived at the Doctor's Office, preparing for the shift handover.

The Camera Crew arrived, but they did not come in; the shift handover had already been recorded, and there was no need to repeat the same shot, the same frame, and the same content, as that would make the audience feel annoyed.

The medical staff arrived in the office one after another, everyone talking and laughing.

At eight o'clock sharp, Yang Zhuren waved a hand, "Start the handover."

Everyone shut their mouths, and the night shift Nurse began to read the shift handover records.

Although it was just a formality, the shift handover at the Affiliated Hospital was still quite formal. When Ji Xiang was an Intern, some departments used English for shift handovers, a matter Ji Xiang felt was not entirely necessary.

After finishing the handover and seeing the Patients, it was nearly nine o'clock when Yang Zhuren led the young Doctors of the department, the Interns of the program, and Zhai Yuhan back to the office.

"Liver Cancer is the main surgical content of our Hepatobiliary Surgery Department," Yang Zhuren said, "Who can talk about the contraindications for Liver Cancer?"

(End of this chapter)